1990 Prairie Girl:

In Oklahoma, oak trees keep their leaves(Albeit that they look like mud)through the stripping winter blast,even to the time when Red Bud bud.

So, when all the leaves that will fall - fallInto the bags we’ve placed to catch 'em,We flee, to a land of wafting umber,Under the wild skyWhere light, and line, and twine emergeIn a surge of tall grass habitat.

Twenty miles west of town,We round the river bend and thenexit, “S”ing upwardinto Prue, through these hills of calico –Oh! What variety of brown.

Down a copper canyonUp a chocolate hill,Allemande left to the Cinnamon hill.Bow to your partner, kiss her cheek,Park the car and let wind speak!

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